Forever’s Cruel Sense of Humor

So… we started like a fairytale. I remember texting her good mornings that weren’t just

“gm” but little messages about how I hoped her day would be amazing. I remembered her

coffee order, her childhood stories, even the songs she pretended to hate but secretly loved.

I thought, finally, someone I can care for fully. We went on late-night

drives with no destination, laughed until our cheeks hurt, and shared headphones even though the

cords always tangled. I thought that was love—real, lasting, safe love. I believed

it could survive time, distance, and even my own dumb insecurities.

I remember the night I looked at her and felt the world pause. I laughed nervously,